Page 155 of Interference

“Honestly?” I let my shoulders drop under the weight that had been trying to push them down for months now. “I kind of just want to get drunk and not care about anything for a while.”

I fully expected a patient sigh followed by a comment about how self-medicating wasn’t healthy or something.

Instead, Wyatt smiled. “Yeah? So… just lock the doors and get shitfaced?”

“You don’t think that’s weird? Or unhealthy?”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s unhealthy.” His smile turned to a wicked little grin. “But you’re talking a former soldier, my friend.” He lifted his chin to kiss me softly. “I’m not going to judge you for getting fucked up as a coping method.”

I managed a laugh as I wrapped my arms around his waist. “As long as I share the coping juice, right?”

“Well, yeah.” He shrugged innocently. “Therapeutic drinking is way more effective when you do it with someone else.”

I laughed with a little more feeling. “Oh really?”

“Mmhmm.” He draped his arms around my neck. “Scientific fact.”

“Amazing the things scientists get paid to figure out.”

“Please.” He brushed his lips across mine. “They just tossed a couple of kegs into a group of soldiers and took notes.”

I tried to kiss him but burst out laughing instead. From the way he grinned, that was the effect he’d been going for.

God, he was so good for me. Somehow, he always knew exactly what I needed in a given moment, whether it was a gentle touch or some levity. After three years of walking on eggshells, I’d found a man who let me feel what I needed to feel and also offered up whatever I needed to stay sane.

I reeled him in, and this time I did kiss him. Amazing how quickly I could go from worried and feeling like shit to happily losing myself in Wyatt’s arms. He was afraid he wasn’t good enough for me? Here I was, wondering how in the world I deserved someone as good as him.

Maybe I didn’t need to get shitfaced after all. Maybe all I needed was… this.

I touched my forehead to his. “You know, if it wouldn’t be too disappointing to skip the booze, I’ve got another idea.”

Wyatt drew back to meet my gaze, one eyebrow arched. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm.”

If he was disappointed about skipping the booze, he sure didn’t let it show. As we tumbled naked into bed, he kissed and touched me like this was all he could ever want. Long, sexy kisses. Deep, hungry ones. Letting his lips skate up and down the sides of my neck and along the underside of my jaw.

His hot skin against mine had me dizzier than the alcohol ever would have. When he crawled down and took my cock between his lips, teasing and tonguing me until I couldn’t think anymore, I almost cried from pure bliss. Everything he did was magic, and I didn’t think I’d ever craved that magic more than I did right then.

“Jesus, Wyatt,” I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair. “That’s so damn good.”

He hummed around my dick and kept at it, somehow driving me absolutely out of my mind but keeping an orgasm well out of range. As if he just wanted to take his sweet time and let me enjoy the ride. As if he were enjoying the ride, too. From the sounds he made, I was pretty sure he was. He always did. Christ, but this man loved giving head, and he could go on for ages without ever seeming to get tired of it.

When he did finally stop, he loomed over me, lips swollen and eyes on fire.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered. “I will blow you within an inch of your life, fuck you into the mattress—whatever you need.”

A whimper escaped my throat and I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks. As much as I loved the things he did with his mouth, the promised of being railed was too much to pass up. “I want your dick.”

“Yeah?” He dropped a light kiss on my lips. “You want to suck it? Or you want me to fuck you?”

Both of those sounded amazing, but more than anything—

“Let me get on top and ride you.”

Wyatt groaned softly and kissed beneath my jaw. “Fuck yeah. Let me get a condom.” He grabbed one out of the nightstand, and as he lay back to put it on, I got up and straddled him.

Oh God, he was gorgeous. He was so damn sexy, especially when he was gazing up at me like he wanted to eat me alive.

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